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Friday, March 15, 2013

Before Jerusalem

Before Jerusalem

The palm trees untouched.The donkey still tethered.And we wait.And we watch.And we listen.The Via DolorosaIs just another road.The upper room:Just a room upstairs.We wait.We watch.We listen.And down the road,So far awayThat we cannot watch,We cannot hear,A jar breaksAnd beauty fills a room:Perfume sweet,An outpouring of love;Grateful tearsIn a house of dear friends,Of a man who was deadBut is now alive.Precious love,More precious thanThe adoration of crowds,More joyful thanAny shouted Hosannahs.No premature triumph here,But a King is anointedAnd a house is filledWith beauty.